Just as Deathstroke had said, no matter how far that kangaroo ran or how many drifting turns it made through the ruined city, Deadpool's flying side kick eventually caught up with it.
And it did not hit its back. Just as the kick was about to connect, the bastard suddenly sped up, slipped from behind to in front of it, and planted a precise kick right on its wet black nose.
The monster fell at once. Deadpool, meanwhile, landed steadily with a stylish backflip, even smugly wiping the tip of his nose with his thumb as he let out a Bruce Lee-style battle cry.
"A-da!"
The enormous kangaroo foamed at the mouth, convulsing and struggling as it rolled endlessly through the rubble. Its eyes were wide with terror, and its tentacles kept slapping the ground. Its five senses had been completely overwhelmed by the stench.
It did not want to die, but after smelling this human's foot odor, it knew it would never be able to eat again for the rest of its life.
An indescribable stench filled its nasal cavity, mouth, brain, and soul. Even breathing in the slightest bit of air now hurt from how foul it was!
It could no longer use the Devouring Method, no longer make itself stronger. It would inevitably become prey for the other ancient gods.
Its life had lost all meaning.
At that thought, its mind was interrupted by violent vomiting. It threw up some of the corpses it had once eaten, then stomach acid and blood, until eventually, it even vomited fragments of its internal organs.
Its consciousness gradually sank into icy water, but even the water stank. All that remained before its eyes was darkness.
"Ah, got another one." Wade held the finger he had just used to dig between